Weapon seller in the world of magic-Chapter 728: The moving plan is useless?

After a while, the atmosphere inside the imperial harem’s eastern chamber was peaceful and warm. Mark sat on a long, cushioned sofa, but he barely had room to move, because on each of his thighs sat a child glued to him like little koalas.

Shen Yi, tiny and bright-eyed with her faint violet pupils, clung to the left side of his chest with both hands, staring up at him with a fierce possessiveness only a daughter could have. Lu Shan sat on his right, hugging Mark’s arm with the determination of someone declaring, I won’t let him disappear again.

Song Yue sat beside them with a soft smile, her fingers gently brushing Shen Yi’s hair.

Lan Jing sat opposite, and nearby stood Mark’s mother and father, wearing stiff, complicated expressions as they stared at their son, now an immortal, a clan head, a conqueror of worlds.

Sylvandria had quietly slipped out earlier, giving them space. Alina also excused herself under the guise of military duties. No matter how Mark treated her as family, she still saw herself as something created, not born. She knew when to give distance.

Mark looked around the room, faces he loved and faces he no longer hated. He inhaled deeply and began recounting everything that had happened since the moment he stepped through that portal.

He told them about the Lan Clan, the demon cat queen, Anan’s freedom, Lan Xia’s companionship, the formation of new bonds, the tower trials, and the moment he broke through to immortality. He even described becoming the clan head, how unexpected, how sudden, how unavoidable it felt.

Song Yue and Shen Ling exchanged glances when he finally mentioned his marriage.

Shen Ling let out a slow breath and shook her head gently. "I always knew it could happen. It comes with your strength... and with your identity."

Song Yue shrugged lightly, not upset but curious. "It’s alright. But it would be nice if you brought her with you. Sisters should meet, right?"

Lan Jing stepped in, hands folded behind his back. "Xiao Zhen left Lady Lan Xia as the interim clan head so he could return. Clan matters are unsettled. Grandfather Yujin had to leave for the imperial palace for a banquet. Lady Lan Xia is handling everything alone."

Shen Ling immediately frowned. "Wait. You became a clan head there?"

Mark nodded.

"Why?" she pressed. "Did you not want to return home? Or... were you planning to take us with you?"

Mark rubbed his forehead.

"It wasn’t my intention at first," he explained softly. "My plan was to convince you... and the citizens... to follow me to the Ice and Fire plane. I wanted to place you as the Queen Regnant of that dominion. You could rule over twenty-one worlds. You could have the authority you always dreamed of, without the political pressures of this world."

He paused, looking at Shen Ling gently.

"But when I returned... I found you had already conquered this world. This world answers to you. I can’t ask you to step away from people who now depend on you."

He looked down at his daughter, whose tiny fingers had climbed up his jaw again, patting his face with soft taps.

"And I..." his voice softened, "I can’t stay away from Yi’er. I can’t leave her behind."

As if understanding every word despite being so small, Shen Yi tightened her hands around his cheeks and leaned forward, rubbing her forehead against his chin.

"Baba... don’t go," she demanded in her sweet, baby voice.

Mark’s chest trembled.

And then Lu Shan wrapped both arms around Mark’s other side, his little body shaking slightly. "Me too... baba stay here..."

The room went utterly silent.

Song Yue lowered her gaze but smiled emotionally. Shen Ling’s hard expression softened as she watched the children cling to their father with such innocent desperation. Mark’s parents looked down quietly, ashamed, but also relieved their son had built a family that loved him so deeply.

Mark couldn’t help it, he wrapped both children tightly into his arms and kissed their heads.

"Alright," he whispered, voice cracking a little. "Alright... Papa won’t go anywhere right now."

Shen Yi immediately let out a small victorious hum, pressing her cheek to his chest.

Lu Shan sniffed and wiped his eyes on Mark’s shirt.

Song Yue laughed softly under her breath. "Well... they said it. Nothing you can do now."

Shen Ling looked at Mark thoughtfully. "Then what will you do? You can’t leave Lan Xia alone for long. And the palace is negotiating with you."

Mark nodded slowly, stroking both children’s backs.

"I know," he said. "Now, I have to find a solution that won’t uproot the entire planet... won’t endanger billions... but also won’t separate me from my family."

Mark let out a long breath and finally lifted his eyes toward Shen Ling, Song Yue, Lan Jing, and the rest of his gathered family. The children in his arms had both dozed off quietly, their small hands still clutching at his clothes as if afraid he would vanish again the moment they loosened their grip.

"That’s why..." Mark said, voice steady but tired, "I came to a decision."

Lan Jingyi, his mother, leaned forward unconsciously. "What decision, son?"

Mark tightened his hold on the sleeping Shen Yi before continuing.

"I’ll take this entire world with me," he said firmly. "I’ll move it to the higher plane. Nothing will change for the people here except the weather. And even that can be fixed with a global-level weather-stabilizing spell. In the higher plane, the spiritual energy is thick enough to reshape every cultivator’s potential. Everyone will grow stronger. Everyone will prosper."

The room fell deathly silent.

Lan Jingyi frowned. "You... want to carry the entire world to another plane? Son, that isn’t a small stone or a spirit artifact. It’s a planet. Entire oceans, continents, billions of lives... Do immortal-realm experts even have that kind of power?"

Mark nodded calmly.

"I can," he said. "Without harming anyone. I have a compression skill from the founder’s inheritance. I can compress matter into something palm-sized. If I compress the planet, nothing inside changes. People won’t even know the world moved."

Everyone simply stared at him.

Not blinking. Not breathing.

So Mark stood up gently, laying the sleeping children into Song Yue’s arms, and walked toward the low tea table. He placed his fingers along the edge, then activated his compression skill.

To their eyes, the table shrank rapidly, folding into itself like light collapsing inward until it was the size of a child’s toy, yet still perfectly shaped, perfectly detailed.

He held it between two fingers.

"Just like this," he said. "I compress the world, carry it, and restore it in the new location. Simple."

He placed the miniature table on the floor and used the skill again. The table expanded instantly, returning to its normal size without a single scratch, not even a shift in its position.

The others exhaled slowly, awe and disbelief mixing together.

But Lan Jingyi suddenly raised her hand.

"Wait."

Mark paused mid-step. "What is it, Mother?"

She pointed to his hands, the ones still open as if holding something heavy.

"I felt something strange when you shrank the table," she said slowly. "You changed its size, yes... but its weight. It didn’t change, did it?"

Mark froze.

He looked at the table.

Then at his own hand.

Then he finally let his senses adjust, and he felt it. His wrist felt slightly strained. His fingers felt the echo of the weight he had momentarily lifted.

"Ark," he said through the mental link. "Open the compression skill details. Now."

A window of text appeared in his mind.

He scanned it, and his expression immediately darkened.

There, written clearly in bold red text, were the words:

Warning: Size reduction does not affect mass. Weight remains unchanged.

Mark stared at the line in silence for several long seconds. His face twitched.

"I didn’t consider that at all," he muttered.

Lan Jing and Song Yue both stared at him.

Shen Ling pressed a hand over her forehead. "Husband... are you saying the planet will still weigh what it weighs now? Even when compressed?"

Mark sighed heavily. "Yes."

Lan Jingyi crossed her arms. "Then how do you plan on lifting an entire planet?"

Song Yue coughed lightly. "Markie... it has been slightly embarrassing now..."

Mark leaned back against the sofa, rubbing both hands over his face as the crushing reality settled over him. For days, he had believed the plan was flawless: compress the world, take it with him, plant it safely in the higher plane, and never again be separated from his daughter or the people he cared about. Yet now, with a single overlooked detail, the entire idea crumbled like sand.